1. Poor Petra! (1)


    Date: 10/12/2015, Categories: Group Sex, Author: fegirboh, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    wittering on ten to the dozen. We’ll be going soon in any case. I’m actually a bit naughty, start teasing poor Danny a little. A little? Okay, make that a lot, I’m doing that sultry temptress thing again, like earlier, although not for nearly so long. It’s mainly for my man Paul’s benefit (who’s loving it cos he knows he’s gonna be fucking me later) but Danny, well he doesn’t know yet that he’ll be fucking me too, he still thinks he’s got to fuck doggy little Petra, and so he’s kinda suffering because of what I’m doing. He’s loving it but he’s hating it too, if you know what I mean. As for the saddo on his own at the next table, well OMG that’s hilarious what’s happened there. He’s not on his own anymore, for one thing. A group of noisy young kids have muscled onto his table and he’s kind of just sat there in no man’s land, drunk and marooned. He ought to have left, that’s obvious, but the reason he hasn’t, the one and only reason he’s stuck there losing all his dignity, is that he can’t drag his stupefied horny gaze off my crossed legs and the shoe I’m dangling on the tip of my foot. Guy is, like, hypnotized by me. He can’t go home till I do. OMG it’s sad. But also incredibly amusing. It’s clear that my long sexy legs and my pretty painted feet are instruments of torture for this trapped character and I decide to maximize his pain. “Watch this, babe,” I whisper to Paul. “The sad sack. I’m gonna mess with him.” And I start cockteasing the shit out of the wretched guy. I turn ...
    and flaunt my crossed legs right at him. Then I drape a finger slowly along the inside of my thigh. I slide it up under my skirt and scratch around for a couple of seconds, like I have an itch high up there, quite close to my pussy. Then for good measure what I do is I loosen my shoe a bit more and I dangle it maliciously right on the edge of my big toe, keep arching my foot so that it almost falls off but never quite does. I make it worse by staring right at him as I’m tormenting him, great big mocking smile on my face. “You like what you see, sugar?” I call out, pouting like a sex goddess. Guy can’t reply. He’s too ashamed and drunk and enraptured. Then I pull the switch. I drop the smile and replace it with a sneer. “Dirty old bastard!” I snap. “Stop fucking perving on me, will you? Just go home and fucking play with yourself like usual.” My victim is closest to me and Paul (perhaps six feet away) but Danny and Petra are also aware of what I’ve just done. How I’ve deliberately humiliated this poor bastard. Petra looks a bit shocked (guess she can’t really relate to driving a man beserk just with her legs) but Danny clearly found it hilarious. “Ha ha ha. Love it, Emily! Bet the old git hasn’t had pussy in decades,” he says, loud enough for a few other people to hear. “Bet he’s going fucking gaga for it! Ha ha ha.” There’s one or two sniggers in our vicinity, but from Petra’s expression I see that she doesn’t particularly like this comment of Danny’s. It’s the first shadow ...
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